Gallaghers 2000 Strip Club Review: Bachelor Party Experience in Queens

[rating:3]

Today was my belated bachelor party, so we went to this venue to celebrate. It’s a relatively large space, probably due to being located in Queens, which tends to have more affordable venues. There is an admission fee of $10.

I’m not someone who frequents “adult entertainment” places often; it’s just not really my thing. When I do go, I feel more comfortable having a drink. I felt pretty awkward in the environment—I couldn’t even make eye contact with the performers when sober, ending up looking down out of shyness.

I was raised to respect and value women, so seeing a naked woman in a public setting felt uncomfortable and a bit wrong to me personally. No offense to any dancers out there—it’s a legitimate profession, and I respect that—but I just felt embarrassed being there sober.

So yes, I drank! As I’m writing this the next day, I’m fighting a nasty hangover and headache. That’s confusing, since I only had one drink before arriving and three drinks at the club. The drinks were over-juiced, over-iced, and not strong at all, so I’m not sure how I ended up feeling so messed up. Each drink was $11 plus tip.

If you’re into strip clubs, I guess this place is okay. It’s a typical setup: girls dance on stage, then walk around the bar requesting tips and offering dances. They also come out into the crowd to ask for dances. I wasn’t a fan of the large bouncer watching me while a dancer was performing, sober or not. A $20 lap dance lasts about two minutes at best, which felt very short and a bit disappointing.

There are also “private rooms” where you can get a longer, 30-minute dance for $160. That was nicer and slightly more comfortable than having the bouncer right there, although they monitor the room with cameras to make sure things stay professional.

My friends told me, “ARod, you get one long session—everyone will chip in, so pick your dancer wisely.” They joked about me marrying an Asian woman, suggesting I try a different background for the private dance. Funny thing was, all the guys there were Asian except me—the token non-Asian bachelor.

I ended up locking eyes with an Asian dancer on stage, and shortly after, she came over and offered a dance. I paid the $20 for a lap dance, which decided the dancer for the private session. My friends were amused that I stuck with an Asian dancer after all.

I did get a short dance from a redhead too, but that felt even shorter and less satisfying. The dancer I chose for the longer session was actually from Kazakhstan, spoke Russian, and had a Russian accent—so I pointed out she wasn’t Asian, even though she looked it, considering the geography of the region. That was a funny moment. Other than that, I won’t go into more detail to keep things discreet.

After some time, most of the guys were ready to head out, so I called it a night as well. They planned to continue in the city with karaoke, but the stop-and-go traffic was bothering me. Rather than risk getting sick in my friend’s car, I asked to be dropped off at the nearest train station on 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. Over an hour later, I was home drinking Gatorade and eating a honey bun.

Thanks to my friends for the night. If the owners are reading this, the four-star rating is thanks to Aida, who made the experience better. Otherwise, this would’ve been a three-star review, which is my baseline for an average place.